IT WAS A 'TYPICALLY ME' THING TO DO

 HAVE YOU EVER WONDERED WHAT THE SUBARU LOGO MEANS?

We have a little Wren with a nest in our Basswood tree right outside our south-facing living room window. How nice it is to hear her out there tweetering first thing in the morning.  In fact, she pleasantly tweets away out there for most of the day.  

WE HAD OURSELVES A BIG SKY MORNING

FARMERS WILL SOON BE BALING UP ALL THIS STRAW LEFT OVER FROM THE WHEAT HARVEST

Another fine summer's morn and it is these kinds of mornings I miss so much during the long horrid cold periods of winter.  Even if one never went out of the house I would much prefer to look out the window and see lush green as opposed to that gray depressing blank white.  Try stepping out the door with shorts and a short sleeve shirt on in January.  Ya, that ain't gonna work!!

 A MIGHTY FINE SUMMER MORNING AT OUR COUNTRY ROAD WALKING SPOT

A small amendment to something in my Thursday post.  Regarding my Kindle Reader, I had said my last book had 1,602 pages but I had misread that.  I saw later that it had in fact 1,298.  I have since made the change to my post.  

 THERE ARE ALWAYS THINGS TO SEE IN THE COUNTRYSIDE

IT'S A PRETTY TIME OF THE SEASON FOR DITCH FLOWERS

It had probably been a day or two since I had last done one of my 'typically me' things and I think my brain picked up on that.  Not missing a beat, it immediately began putting together my next scenario by suggesting this morning that I put on a clean pair of pants and a shirt.  Well, I thought that was alright, but unbeknownst to me the stage was set.  A couple hours later my brain dropped a little thought bomb into my mind suggesting it might be a good morning to haul out the pressure washer and clean up a bunch of dirty patio stones.  Checking my resources I found my energy levels were in the green, my hip was feeling okay, and I was in the right frame of mind for doing something like that.  So, no problem.  I could have sworn I heard a little chuckle somewhere in my head.  Out the door, I went and hooked up the power washer, hit the on switch, and triggered the sprayer.  If you're familiar with patio stones you know they have sand or dirt between the adjoining stones.  Now, that's all fine of course until you blast into that dirt with a high-velocity power washer instantly transforming that dry dirt into flying blowback mud.  Oh my, how instantly I heard my brain go from a series of sneaky chuckles to full-blown roaring laughter.   Within a split second, I had mud and water splattered on my clean pants and shirt as well as my arms, face, glasses, and hair.  But hey, it could have been worse.  At least my brain kindly thought to tell me to at least take off my new Merril shoes and put on my rubber duck boots.  Now that's what I call a caring mind eh.  So, did I go in and change my clothes?  Nope, I simply carried on making an even bigger wetter, and muddier mess of myself.  Yes, it was a 'typically me' thing to do.         

 WELL AT LEAST I HOSED THE MUD OFF MY SHOES BEFORE GOING INTO THE HOUSE

 IF YOU LOOK CLOSE YOU CAN SEE FLECKS OF MUD ON MY FACE, GLASSES, AND IN MY HAIR

Al's Music Box:)) Thank God I'm A Country Boy by John Denver from the album 'Back Home Again'.  1975  And, a memory of the late Tony Bennett.  I Left My Heart In San Francisco

GROANER'S CORNER:((  "Give me a sentence about a public servant," said the teacher.  The small boy wrote: "The fireman came down the ladder pregnant."  The teacher took the lad aside to correct him. "Don't you know what pregnant means?" she asked.  "Sure," said the young boy, confidently. "Means carrying a child."

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A sad-faced Doug walked into a flower shop early one morning.  The clerk was ready to take his order for a funeral piece, based on the look on Doug's face, but soon realized his assumption was wrong as Doug asked for a basket of flowers sent to his wife for their anniversary.  "And what day will that be?" the clerk asked.  Glumly he replied, "Yesterday".

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